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Maverick eyed the moon elf warily. In spite of being half moon elf himself, he'd never seen one. After a moment of rude staring he shook his head with an apologetic lopsided smirk, and offered a hand to shake. "Maverick."
Chani shook her head sadly and shrugged. "We don't know Larry. Right after you left she just... Collapsed." She sighed. "It was as though..." She paused awkwardly, looking at Mistral's unconcious form. "As though a spirit had slit her throat." Her grey-blue eyes suddenly went incredibly wide and her countenance drifted to shock. Her face quickly then changed to hurt anger, and with a wolf-like growl she leapt over the back of the couch, then dashed out the door: heading in the direction of the graveyard.
Two eerie howls echoed through the woods, communicating to eachother.
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